Thirty-Six: Sloane

As Greyson stared at me with an empty plate before him and his jaw dropped, I couldn't help but laugh. He really did wear his emotions on his sleeve, and I loved that about him. There was no guessing what he felt or thought when I was with him.

His pupils were blown wide, the black hiding most of the grey, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"I would be okay with that," His confirmation made me laugh, and I swallowed my last bite of waffle before reaching for the glass of water he had placed in front of me.

"That's good to know." I shrugged nonchalantly and looked away from him. His knee was bouncing, and every few seconds, his pointer finger twitched as if he were resisting grabbing something.

My breath caught in my lungs as he leaned in, his scent surrounding me like a warm blanket.

"Does that mean I get to taste you again too?" The low rumble of his words sent goosebumps down my spine, and I found myself nodding before I realized I was even doing it.

He could do whatever he wanted, wheneve